Tuesday, July 26, 2005

After all these years I have finally acquired the Constructicons from the Transformers toy series. Although its only a cheap imitation of the original, its a good find since they have replicated to the detail the toys (as seen from pictures of course). I have yet to lay my hands on the original set, which costs around 5-10k, but I have seen it at shops and the imitation looks good enough.

So why would I waste time and money, not to mention valuable space for a kid's toy? I guess those cartoons and toys trained me to think creatively and to visually appreciate things. Nowadays they have action fitgures that have 30-40 means of articulation. What's that again? I think it's the possible number of poses a toy can make. That was how I played in the first place when I was a kid. Seldom did I engage in role playing or running around with toys, I would rather have them pose as tableaus and imagine them as they were in the cartoons. Maybe that helped me to appreciate things in 3 dimensions, to look at things from all angles.

And finally, due to financial constraints back then, I had to settle for the pictures and the comic books, which again helped me develop my eye on details.

Now if only that original Voltes V would be reproduced or imitated. Now that's a lot of money for a toy.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

I brought the Matatag Inc. coffee maker to the office since everybody was dreaming of brewed coffee. As soon as the news spread that there's coffee brewing in our room everybody visited the office. Everybody just went gaga over brewed coffee. So if you want to rule the world, coffee is the way to go.

Coffee acts as a lubricant for most Architects. It starts our day, keeps us during the day, and keeps us going throughout the night. On a normal (normal?) day I can consume upto 3 cups of coffee a day. One in the morning, one in the afternoon, and another at night while doing sidelines, assignments or watching tv late at night. During the challenging times in my life, I consumed much more, like during thesis, board review and rush (and delayed) sidelines.

Brushing aside heart palpitations, coffee stains at the teeth, and nervous breakdowns, coffee would continue to be my life blood. Aside from coke that is, and I mean the drink of course.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

fun

Rarely do I hear an accidental joke with good delivery. This is a true story at the OCA, one lazy afternoon.

Joanne, our present apprentice was consulting with one of our engineers regarding the initial acceptable sizes of columns for a typical bungalow. Another engineer joined in and discussed the minimum dimensions for concrete columns, the number of rebars, the load carried.

Then Joanne asked what will happen to the said dimensions if she adds another floor to the house.

All the time we were unintentionally listening to the conversation, and we just burst out laughing. One of the engineers plainly said "Well that's another stor(e)y...".

We just can't help but clap our hands at the excellent delivery of the whole conversation.

Pun intended.